Chapter 6

The next morning was a school morning. Unfortunately Marsha had not planned on switching bedrooms with the kids. Nobody's things were where they should have been when they awoke. The resulting confusion had a beneficial effect, however. It served to hide what could have been awkward moments. Natalie and Roger wound up using the master bath while Marsha was forced to the use common bath. An interesting aspect of this was how the kids used the bathroom. It would have appeared to someone watching that they behaved as though, they had been using the bath together for years. Natalie used the facility first. Before she could climb off the throne Roger came in carrying both his and Natalie's; toothbrushes, toothpaste, shampoo, soap, combs, and Natalie's hair brush.

Natalie stood flushed and asked, "Did you bring towels and underwear?"

"Damn, missed them."

"OK, I'll get them. Your turn. Don't forget to put the seat back down."

Natalie went to the linen closet picked up towels and washcloths for herself and Roger. Then she stuck her head into the bathroom where her mother was showering and cried, "Mom we need clean underwear!"

"Wear your new ones. Grab a pair of briefs for Roger from his dresser, the old ones! I'll be in to get my things in a minute."

Natalie gathered everything and walked back into the bathroom. Roger was just climbing out of the shower. For the first time this morning Roger actually looked at his sister. He suddenly realized he was living one of his fantasies.

"Need help washing your back?" he leered.

Natalie responded, with little thought, "If you do my turn at the dishes for a week, you can even help with my chest."

Before Roger could reply Marsha burst into the room.

"Natalie! None of that! Take your shower, now! Roger, no deal! Now go get dressed.

You," looking at Natalie, "young lady, we'll talk about this later."

The mood broken, both siblings did as they had been instructed.

On her way to the kitchen, Marsha quickly threw on her usual morning uniform. When she arrived, she started to assemble the morning's repast. This was a Thursday, therefore, the menu plan called for hot breakfast. Eggs and meat were in order. Marsha plugged in her newest appliance, an electric skillet. From the refrigerator she chose bacon and scrapple. Marsha put the meat in the skillet. While it was cooking, she broke a half dozen eggs into a bowl, added some cream and whipped the mix into a frothy mass. She removed the heated meat from the skillet and then poured her eggs onto the surface. The grease from the scrapple and bacon would add to the flavor of the eggs. Roger and Natalie didn't like the spicy scrapple but she did. They would have the bacon today.

Roger and Natalie arrived at the same time but their body language screamed 'we are upset.'

With one look at the pair Marsha realized how far her plans had gone astray. Her cheerfulness evaporated leaving a very concerned mother.

"Fess up you two! What did I do wrong?" inquired Marsha.

"You did wrong?" replied Natalie.

"Yea, I... we thought we were the ones who were screwing up," added Roger.

"You mean, what I said in the bathroom a few moments ago?"

The kids nodded their heads in agreement.

Marsha thought for a few seconds before replying. "I think I put the cart before the horse last night. I was so intent on showing you the mechanics, that I missed the lead in and the whys, although I have a feeling that Granddad Irving has been giving Roger some pointers."

"What upset me a few moments ago was the attitudes you were both showing. The things you showed me last night were awe inspiring. The things this morning, upsetting. Roger, your sister IS NOT your personal toy! I thought that you understood that. And for you, Natalie, sex is to important to make deals with."

Marsha glanced at the clock and noticed that is was going to be difficult for the children to catch the school bus. Due to the mess the transportation department had made of the pickup route, Natalie and Roger spent almost an hour on the bus each morning, while only going seven miles as the crow flies. Even so, most days the kids preferred to ride the bus. It gave them time with their friends. Today Marsha suggested that they spend a little more time at breakfast. She would drive them to school.

"I have an idea. If you two would humor your old fuddy duddy mother. Let's pretend you two aren't brother and sister. You met on the school bus at the beginning of the school year. Roger, you think Natalie is cute and has a nice personality. Do you think you can play your part in this game, Roger?"

"The sister part might be tough, but Natalie is a fox so I won't have to pretend there," was his response.

A pleased Marsha continued, "Roger I think is see some of Granddad I's work in that statement. Natalie, you have noticed the new boy, Roger. He seems to be interested in talking to you but is a little shy. You have been hoping that maybe he will ask you for a date. You know, a real date, just the two of you. Do you think you can do that, honey?"

"Where is this date going to take place?" asked Natalie.

"Here, this afternoon. I'll set up the den like a movie theater. We can make the kitchen the malt shop."

A perplexed Natalie said to her mother, "Aren't we a little old to be playing 'make believe'?"

"Natalie, Did you like the outcome of last night, when I asked you to do it for me?"

Natalie's one word, "Yes!", and her thousand word facial expression completely answered Marsha.

"Well then try to trust me for one more day. I think, you will learn a lot and have some fun in the process."

Marsha turned her attention to Roger. "You think you can put up with this 'make believe' stuff?"

"I think I can pull it off as long as no one knows that I'm dating an 'older woman'."

"Good. What I will do is be a stage director. I will feed you direction. You will have to fill in the dialog."

The three of them finished breakfast in comfortable silence. Marsha retrieved her keys and purse from her bedroom. She went to the garage and struggled with the overhead door. She had the door started open when it was pulled out of her hand. When the door was open she was greeted but the sight of a concerned Roger.

"Mom, you need a garage door opener. If you return my 'too small briefs', you could get one from Sears. I could install it, if you would let me use dad's tools."

Marsha felt another gut punch. How was she missing the way her son was growing up? Girls mature faster than boys, right? Marsha realized that she needed to talk to her father-in-law.

Note to readers, Marsha's conversations with Roger's and Natalie's paternal grandfather will be subject of another, much shorter missive.

Roger, without waiting for a response from his mother, walked over and stood behind Natalie. The positioning of the pair said 'we are in line waiting for the school bus'. Marsha started the car and backed up to the kids. Natalie and Roger climbed into the backseat. The two of them were acting like they didn't know each other.

Marsha told Natalie she should start a conversation with the 'new boy'.

"Looks like we've been assigned seats today. Hi, I'm Natalie. I've seen you on the bus. I really haven't been ignoring you but my friend Emile is sooo needy at times. I have to listen to all the details of her latest date. I just wish I was allowed to date. You know, Emile isn't either, but she has been sneaking out. I'm old enough you know, but my mom says that I have to wait until forever!"

Marsha stepped in with, "Natalie, slow down. Give the boy a chance to answer. And the rules have obviously been changed. You can date when you want to. In fact, this afternoon is fine with me."

"Natalie, can we have a date?" asked a very embarrassed Roger.

"Oh, I'm Roger" he added. "We could have something at the malt shop. I hear they have some of that pizza stuff now."

Marsha took the hint. She would have to figure out how to either make or get some of this 'pizza'.

Natalie replied, "That sounds nice."

"The 'school bus' can even drop us off. The parents will never know." was Roger's answer.

Marsha again interrupted, "Don't hide things, either of you! Remember things have changed. I'll listen to you both. I may not agree with everything but I will hear you out."

Marsha was just pulling up to the school when Natalie continued, "Meet you at the 'bus' after school, Roger."

The children got out of the car and entered the school in plenty of time to make it to their home rooms before the bell.

The kids safely delivered to school, Marsha returned home. When she entered she found Harriet at the kitchen table enjoying a freshly brewed cup of coffee. Harriet explained that she saw Marsha leave with the kids and wanted to know if everything was alright.

Marsha simply said, "We were running a little late this morning."

For some reason Marsha was reluctant to discuss with her friend the things that transpired last night. Harriet, oblivious to the reserve, wanted to know everything that occurred the previous evening. Trying to divert Harriet's questions, Marsha suggested that she was wondering if 'Sid Knauer' could be convinced to 'visit' again this morning. Marsha had a very serious problem to discuss with him. It took Harriet only a few seconds to understand Marsha's question. When she realized what her friend was suggesting she broke into a wide grin.

"I think I can get him to make a return visit. However, he told me last night that you had left him with a serious case of 'blue balls'. He was wondering if you could reciprocate the next time."

Marsha thought for a few moments. Many things ran through her mind. She was seriously aroused. Last night when she had jerked off Roger, she had experienced feelings that concerned her. How could she become so intimate with her son? The only thing she could attribute it to was that he was so much like his father. This brought up dark images that she did not wish to view. At the same time it reawakened in her something that had been dormant for years. The episode with 'Sid' yesterday had primed her pump. She knew that she must take care of herself, as well as the kids.

"Harriet, I can try. I am not sure I can 'remember' how to relieve 'Sid'."

"Marsha, how about we try this. 'Sid', will visit you again. After he leaves I'll come back and then you can practice on me. I'll pretend to be you and you can play the 'Sid' part. I am going to go over to my house. Give me 5 minutes then you follow."

Harriet had been thinking of ways to develop the relationship with Marsha. This was a godsend. Some of the things that she had been reading in her magazines suggested that woman on woman sex was so much better than a male using (abusing) his possession. Harriet wasn't sure that the professor quoted in the article was on the right track. But, the episode she had experienced with Marsha had given her such a thrill that she was going to experiment some more. She didn't feel she was being misused by Dennis. At least recently, with the coaching she had been providing he was giving as much as he was getting.

She headed directly into the master bedroom when she got into the house. Opening Dennis's dresser, she picked out a pair of boxer shorts and a "wife-beater" undershirt. Next she picked out a white dress shirt with a button-down collar from his closet. She removed all of her clothes and underwear. Harriet then dressed in Dennis's things. She knew that none of his pants would come close to fitting so dug through her closet and found the single pair of slacks she owned. She had bought them a year or so ago but never had the courage to wear them in public. She completed her transformation into 'Sid' by adding one of Dennis's ties which she tied with a double Windsor knot.

Marsha, for her part in this charade, had dressed herself in a scoop neck cocktail dress which she had covered with her everyday overcoat. When she arrived at Harriet's backdoor she knocked, rather than let herself in as she normally did.

The freshly dressed 'Sid' greeted Marsha at the door with, "Come in, you know I will always make time for my best client. Not that it's a chore mind you!"

"Why, thank you, Sid. That is most gracious of you. I wanted to continue the discussion we started yesterday."

"Let me take your coat" replied 'Sid'.

When 'Sid' saw the dress that Marsha had put on a soft groan of desire escaped her throat. She took her friend's hand and led her to the bedroom. No sooner had they entered the room when Harriet pulled Marsha close and placed her open mouth on Marsha's lips. Marsha somewhat startled slowly opened her mouth to 'Sid's' assault. That was sufficient to embolden Harriet. She grasped Marsha's breast and began to gently massage it. As she did so she reached behind Marsha's back and pulled the zipper on her dress down. Next came the bra. With the many years of experience dealing with her own bra clasps, Harriet made short work of Marsha's. 'Sid' removed her lip lock on Marsha and turned her attention to the exposed bare flesh of Marsha's tits. Ever so lovingly she sucked on the pert nipple of her friend.

After a few moments of this heavenly attention Marsha begged 'Sid', "The other one too, Please!"

Harriet transferred her ministrations to Marsha's other breast, while leading her to the bed. Harriet yanked the bed covers aside and laid Marsha on the sheets. Sitting on the edge of the bed Harriet began loosening 'Sid's' tie with one hand while lightly stroking Marsha's inner thighs. With the tie removed Harriet unbuttoned her shirt.

Marsha was becoming extremely wet in her neither regions. With a lustful voice she begged, "Can I touch you, Harriet?"

Harriet nodded her assent. Marsha reached over to Harriet and slipped her hand under the wife beater. She hefted the globe she found there. Using her thumb, she massaged Harriet's stiff nipple.

"Mmmm, I can feel that all the way down to my pussy" gasped Harriet.

"So can I," was Marsha's response. "Sid, I don't think I can wait for Harriet to return."

With that Marsha let go of the tit she was fondling and ran her hand down Harriet's midriff. When she reached her friends crotch, she rubbed her mound through 'Sid's' pants.

"Marsha, have you ever been kissed down here?", Harriet asked, as she echoed Marsha's actions.

"Yes, my Roger loved to do that for me! He could make me into a quivering mess in just a few minutes of kisses. If you want to try, I would love it. And Harriet, why don't you lose 'Sid' and all his clothes?"

The look that crossed Harriet's countenance told Marsha that she had ventured in an area that troubled Harriet.

"Unless you still want to be a naked 'Sid' that is."

"Could I be?" asked Harriet. I want to experience it from a man's point of view. I kinda like being in charge for a change."

Marsha marveled at Harriet's naivete. She really thought that the man was in charge of sex? Marsha had realized long ago for as strong and masculine as Roger, Sr. was, he catered to her whims when it came to sex. And because she loved him, she was always mindful of his desires but was not subservient.

Last night with the kids was still troubling Marsha. She wanted to give them a good experience. However, she didn't want to brainwash them with the myth that sex and love were interchangeable. Love was about putting the others interests above your own.

It is standing back to back against the world, if each forgot their own survival and protected the other the pair would survive. Sex was about making babies and the continuation of the human race and having fun in the process. Sex was the icing on the cake. On the other side, when you could combine love and sex, both were intensified. With Roger last night the fun part of sex was there but the making babies was definitely not ever going to happen. Then the love end was so unequal as to change the equation entirely. She loved her children but the continuation of the human race demanded that the love they returned was not the self-sacrificing kind demanded of couples. Between the two of them that type of love would be possible, but not between parent and child.

Marsha snapped out of her reverie and said, "Ok 'Sid' then get those pants off I want to suck your 'cock'. When I'm done you can kiss and lick me down there to your heart's content."

Poor Harriet, thinking that she still had the upper hand removed 'Sid's' pants and boxers. No sooner done and Marsha buried her face in her friends mound. She opened her lips and sucked Harriet's clit into her mouth. Marsha played with Harriet's miniature cock the same way she had done with her husband's in the past. A couple of minutes of this loving attention and Harriet started to thrash about and moan.

"Marsha, suck my cock. Yes, just kike that." then finally, "I'm going to cum, let me cum all over your face."

Harriet did, just grinding her pussy into Marsha face and smearing her pussy goo all over Marsha.

Marsha didn't give Harriet any cool-down time. She demanded that Harriet get her tongue down there and get to work. Harriet proceeded to lick Marsha to multiple orgasms. The final one leaving Marsha exhausted on the bed.

Marsha informed Harriet that she thought that 'Sid' was going to be visiting regularly. The only problem she thought she might have was when the real live Sidney Knauer showed up to give her his monthly financial update.

Marsha deftly turned the conversation toward Harriet and Dennis. She wanted to know how the coming weekend's plans had gone over with Dennis. Harriet related that he made no objections. He was comfortable with the arrangements as long as both women were OK with them. Harriet summed it up with saying "In other words, Dennis didn't know what to say, so he just passed the buck."

"Harriet aren't you going to be jealous of Dennis and me?", Inquired Marsha.

"Why should I be? In fact, since we are setting it up, if anybody should be upset, it would be Dennis. It's not like he's running around behind my back."

"Harriet, remember this is the new me," said Marsha. "I am no longer 'Mrs. Prim and Proper', I am going to turn Dennis every way but loose.

Harriet related that she still didn't see any problem. They went on to make more plans for the weekend.

Marsha returned home after lunch. Harriet had given her a tip on how to make some of this 'Pizza'. She even had all the ingredients handy except the cheese. That, she could get at the deli on the way to pick up the kids. Keeping track of the time, she finished her household chores.

Not wanting to embarrass the children, Marsha waited until the last bus had departed before she pulled the car into the pickup area in front of the school. The pair were waiting together when Marsha stopped. Roger opened the rear door and gestured for Natalie to enter first. Roger then got in and closed the door. Marsha noticed. Again she thought I'll have to thank Dad, for all he has been teaching Roger. She thought I have been seriously remiss in teaching either of the children good manners. In Rogers case thankfully his grandfather took it on himself to perform the chore. Marsha resolved to make a concerted effort to instruct Natalie in that area.

As Marsha drove out of the school grounds, Natalie resumed the 'make believe'.

"Roger, I checked with my Mom. She said that I could go out on a date with you, if your Mom is willing to drive both ways and be the chaperone. That means that I can get off at my regular stop. Then I will have a chance to change out of my school clothes."

Roger replied, "I think, my Mom will be willing to do that. I will ask her as soon as I get home. I will call you and tell you when we can pick you up."

By this time Marsha was pulling into her driveway. No sooner had she stopped than Roger hopped out of the car and ran around to Natalie's side. He opened the door and offered Natalie his hand to assist in getting out. Roger held his sister's hand a moment longer than necessary.

Just before he released it he said, "Call you in a few minutes and see you in a little while."

Roger went to the garage door and opened it for his mother. Then returned to the rear seat of the car. Addressing no one in particular Roger said, "The next stop is mine."

Marsha parked the car in the garage. Roger got out of the back seat and went immediately to the overhead door and closed it. Coming back to the car he opened the door for his mother. He then explained that he and Natalie had talked at lunch. The dialog in the 'bus' had been planned. Natalie had told Roger that she wanted to have a talk with their mother privately. Just some girl talk nothing that was to Rogers detriment.

Marsha and Roger entered the house. Natalie had gone directly to her room and closed the door. Roger went to his sister's door and stead of knocking simply tried to sound like a ringing telephone.

"RING, RING, RING"

Natalie replied, "Hello, Natalie's residence."